Blue Music

I once saw a man in the subway And his hands were painted blue Like blueberry syrup And his hands were stuck to a blue violin And he could only play sad music And I could only think sad things. It’s too bad my money couldn’t be blue, too. I gave him a fifty And I thought I could See the blue Disappear And he could Play happy music For once.

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